True Trans Soul Rebel
Laura Jane Grace
All dressed up and nowhere to go,
Walking the streets all alone.
Another night you wish that you could forget
Making yourself up as you go along.
Who's gonna take you home tonight?
Does god bless your transsexual heart,
True trans soul rebel?
Yet to be born, you are already dead
You sleep with a gun beside you in bed.
You follow through to the obvious end:
See your veins wide open,
You bleed it out.
You should've been a mother,
You should've been a wife.
You should've been gone from here years ago,
You should be living a different life.